what up
Nigga hundeds, hundeds, hundeds I money money money want hundeds, hundeds, hundeds Nigga I need money money Nigga hundeds hundeds hundeds Nigga want money money
1] The fast time is rhyme the size crime Its been the same man since the game mine I spot four one of these at the same Looking Snoop Dogg back in eighty-nine Do I give a fuck, no I have I just blow my and take a bubble bath I laugh at niggaz, I aint mad at you niggaz Cause half of you niggaz even fuck with me I'm on it cause I'm so fucking And every town that I through I leave my G prints LBC, now what I represent, can ya feel it (Eastside) I'm hotter than a batch of fish in a skillet I wanna say what up to all the G's, the killas, and the ballers, and the See where I'm you either rate us, hate us or steal us And right now all the cap peelers gotta feel us
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2] Money, is everything It's the to the fiend the king to the queen It supreme It's the crop to the (say what) a po man, no man, its everybodys dream Money, mo money, get But make sure you that your folks don't get funny Everybody claiming that down on they luck While I'm fresh like a million bucks I on my black socks with my all gold chucks Now see which one of my trucks we gone use today To slide away, (where we going) to Snoop World fucking U.S.A Its all a dream, and can come true If it happen for me, it can happen for you Meech from the beach, he keep cracking And everything he touch to go platinum
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3] Ya got to have cash to it these days And you can make at least one of a different ways You can holler at the Meech and get a dope track And you a rap, and try to get you to snap Or you could stand on the streets and holler and You can throw up insane, twenty crip or one I chose DP cause financially money money money all a nigga see See to get it, is to have it, interstate, maintain, don't get and fail the game You catch me in Brooklyn man hanging out with my sons and god sons, cause it's a blood thing Or you can catch me in Oakland, or I might be on my way to the west coast Still smoking, with a pound of that for me at the crib with my dogs my wife and my two kids, getting money
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[Ad over chorus] For all the niggaz out there getting their Money is the of all evil huh You know I mean, we living in hell So fuck, get your man I at shit like this: The mother fuckers that got money, they doing bad and they give a fuck and they rob they steal they kill And the mother that got money, they depressed you they can't enjoy it So I mean, whats your you wanna live with it our without it, shit I'm it I got to it, you feel me
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